Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1887-06-30
A TORN BANK-NOTE.
Twenty Dollars Worth of Paris
ian Red Tape.

In one Of Miss Susan Hale's recent
letters from France she describes lit
tie adventure with La Banque de la
France, that great fountain head from
which flow all the bank notes of that
country; as Baedeker says, zone of the
very first establishments of credit for
the entire world" She says:
You may wonder why the necessities
of my simple letter of credit should
have brought me in contact with so
stupendous a machine, but you will
see in the course of this little tale of
French red tape. 1t all came about
from the want of pocket.
l took my handbag with me when l
went to Perier's freres to draw some
money, not dreaming, of course. of the.
Bank of France. They gave me some
gold and some hundred-franc notes.
French notes are not like ours, but
larger and squares, made of fimsy
white paper, ragged around the edges,
with agriculture and navigation in
pale blue ink, holding their imple-
ments in weary attitude in front of a
blue sort of fireplace, beneath the sig
natures of the principal cashier and the
secretary general. Each bill has some
number in each of its four corners. l
never should have noticed these things
but form my adventure Aprimrose by the
river was nothing more than yellow
primrose, and bank note in Paris was
nothing more than warrant of a GER
tain amount of enjoyment at the Bon
Marche, or at Voisin's.
folded my notes lengthwise and
crosswise, and dropped them, rather
loosely, confess, into the bag. There
were other things there-my notebook,
pocket-handkerchief, and great many
big sous. which are nuisance, being
heavy and always out of the way when
wanted in a hurry l had a long course
that day, in and out of cabs and shops,
including half an hour at the water
color exhibition, and several visits
with afternoon tea), during which
rummaged good deal in the bag to
fish up sous of pour boires. Now dc
not hastily suppose / lost the bank
notes. was tired when we reached
home after dinner; but took out the
money, put it in secret place and
locked it up.
But when, next morning, l sat down
to my accounts and took out my bank
notes, one of them was torn-shock.
ingly torn, with a great piece gone
out of it! ran to the bag, and there
found a very small piece which ha6
"cent" on it, but the rest of the
corner was missing. l remembered
shaking the bag out over the fire, ant
that small bits of paper fell out.
stuck on the piece that said scent '
and then regarded the torn note will
great anguish. Twenty dollars is too
much to lose anywhere and one hundred
francs seemed even more important
Although was afraid that might b.
cast into prison if the autho rites SHOULD
find out that had burned up piec'
of billet de banque, resolved to revea
my crime to the landlady of our hotel
In fear and trem bling put the mat
ter before her, and watched her count
enance as | showed her the torn bill
She had good, comfortable, rudd,,
complexion; l fancied it turned pal
when she saw the very big hole in tn
corner. However, she said, cheerfully
Zee nest rien, mademoiselle, snC
took it herself to consult the learned
Invent about my business. with wha
cheerfulness | could command. Losini
money tends TO extravaganza, in my ea
perience. You think Of all the thing
you might have bought with the DC
parted sum, and ask yourself; "Wh
scrimp with the rest"
When | came in again madam &C
yanced radiant and said: Mad